Taming the Beast series

Part of a series I did a while back of hot guys who played werewolves, with a MC touch.

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It smelled like sex.

Derek was out prowling in the woods when he caught the scent. It was pungent, but he could not discern any individual aroma, not even male or female. It just smelled like sex.

Curious and horny, as he had not been going through a dry spell, he followed the scent until he came to a clearing. In the middle was a figure wearing a hooded cloak that concealed their identity.

�I thought that would work. Welcome, Derek.�

�Who are you?�

�The one who will tame you. First you, and then your wolfy friends.�

Derek growled, and then the scent returned. This time it was stronger, filling his nose and his head. He tried to ignore it, but more and more all he could think of was sex. Sex with anyone. Anything. Especially the figure before him.

�Yes, Derek, breathe deep. They say the way to a man�s heart is through his stomach. But the way to a werewolf�s mind is their nose. Do not fear, I will treat you well. A good master always treats his pets properly.�

�Master? Uhh, yes, Master.�

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�This way, Scott.�

Why was he traipsing through the woods, he thought. That�s right, because Derek said there was a rogue werewolf they needed to catch. Yet it seemed like it had been hours and no sign of anything.

�We�re close. You can smell it now, can�t you?�

Scott had smelled nothing but damp leaves and rotting wood all night. But Derek was right, he could smell something different. Something like, what was it? No, it could not be that.

Sex?

Was the werewolf doing it with another werewolf, or human, or what?

The trees thinned, and Scott saw Derek standing next to a hooded figure. For some reason, his friend had taken off his shirt, and his sweaty heaving chest glistened in the moonlight.

�You did well, Derek. Welcome, Scott.�

�Who, what?�

�I�m starting a pack, as it were. I�m not a werewolf, mind you. Just a sorceror who�s interested in collecting them. Like your friend here. Isn�t that right, Derek?�

�Yes master. You are always right. Are you happy I brought Scott to you?�

�Very much so. Now I can make him a part of the pack too.�

�Hold on,� said Scott. Then the smell came back, so strong that it hit him like a wall. So hard to concentrate. So hard, he was getting so hard.

�Flex a bicep for me.� Scott obeyed before he even realized what he was doing. �That�s very good. I want to see more. Off with the shirt.�

�Nooo,� whimpered Scott, but the smell filled his mind so much that his resistance to the stranger�s commands was crumbiling. The shirt was on the ground in moments.

�Don�t fight it. Breathe in, be filled with scent of submission.�

�Yes.� Scott sank to his knees, no thought in his head but breathing in the heady aroma.

Turning to Derek, the sorcerer said, �It will not be long until he will be as you. After that, you will savage each other, as it will amuse me. Then I shall have my way with the newest member of the pack, as I have already with you.�

�Thank you master. I live only to please you.�

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"Initially I had no interest in you, Stiles. I was barely aware of your existence. But Derek and Scott talked you up so much that I had to investigate. Turns out, you are rather adorable, so I will add you to my pack. But I won't make you a werewolf. I like you human, though i want you to cut your hair very short." The irony of a short haired human amongst all his pet werewolves amused the sorceror. The boy had a wiry body, which would be lost if he was bitten, as werewolves often bulked up after the change. Something different for a change could have its benefits.

Stiles was kneeling, trying to understand what was going on, but failed. His mind was filling with desires and needs. Desires for the sorceror, needs to serve him. Stiles' last free thought was that maybe, possibly, he would might have sex a little more often.

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He waits, still as the forest. He could wait forever, but he does not want to. He wants to be with his new master. He has worked so hard to build up his scrawny body. Why his master had chosen him, considering how weak he had been, he could not say.

Or so he believed. Or so his master had made him believe. The sorceror had found the brawny young shifter pleasing, and brought him to heel. But the master wanted him bigger, more muscular. The stronger the slave, the more appetizing he was, the more powerful the master felt, the more arousing to have such strapping creatures like him under his control.

Jacob waited, alone.

And then he was not.

"Master!"

"Jacob." His beauty, his voice, the smell... Jacob wanted to lick the master so all his senses would be overwhelmed by the one who owned him. "You have come far. Farther than I had hoped, in so short a time. Such devotion deserves reward. Tear off the rest of your clothes, that I may see all of you."

Jacob hurried to obey, snarling as he ripped his jeans and underwear apart and threw them away.

"Yes, a reward is most assuredly deserved. Come to me, my wolf, my beast. Come and taste me, as I will you. Then I shall take you, be inside you, use you as the animal you are."

Jacob leapt on the master, growling as he buried his face in the sorceror's crotch. All was right in his world now. The wait, at last, was over.